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Yeah, I didn’t think that a lack of something could hurt either, but that was until I started running.

For those of you not pumping my blog posts right into your veins every day, I should probably note here my most recent undertaking: Couch to 5K. That’s a term for transforming one’s self from a sad, flabby couch potato into a lean, mean running machine. This is an experiment for me in whether the psychology lesson I learned from blogging every day is applicable to other areas of life. Areas I really hate that make me want to die. Like exercising.

Specifically, running.

The concept is simply no excuses. I decided to do something, so I’m doing it. One day at a time, without looking at the end product.

I'm sorry but it was really hard to tell the search engine the difference between domination, and well, "domination". So you get the latter. Maybe it will inspire you to do Couch to 5K too. Or vomit. Sorry if it's just vomit.

This is the ultimate test of the postaday psychology because every time I think about running a 5K, I vomit in my mouth a little bit from fear. So it’s important to focus on one day at a time.

I’m doing all right so far. I mean, I’m only one week two. But I’m still doing it- I still run when the voice on my iPod tells me to run, and I (gladly and with much thanks to God in Heaven) walk when it tells me to walk. But oh my good grief my fat does not take kindly to the flogging. I went up a flight of stairs today and my thighs questioned me. I had to talk them into it. The sad part is that I’m not really even running yet. I’m just, like, jogging for a bit and then walking for a bit. Interval stuff. It’s just that I haven’t done anything active whatsoever with my body in so long that telling me to run for a minute and a half straight, giving me two minutes to question if I want to end my life or keep going, and then telling me to run for another minute and a half again is. so. hard.

I’d like to mention here that I have asthma, so as to help the judging ease itself ever so slightly. That’s right: I’m pulling the asthma card *pushes up glasses*. Actually, I make Dave go with me so he can coach the breathing part. Left to my own devices, I will haunch over and hyperventilate myself into an all out wheeze-fest. It’s more like an exercise in breathing than an exercise in running.

I’m hanging in there. Ever so slightly. I have to admit that the knowledge that in two weeks I will be expected to run for five minutes straight has me approaching paralysis. I haven’t run for five minutes straight since I was in 9th grade soccer. Even then it wasn’t pretty.

You know what I really can’t get over? That I do this crap at 6 in the morning. SIX IN THE MORNING. Because if I don’t get up and do it then, I’ll dread it all day. It’s like knowing I have to get punched in the face eventually. I can either spend my day working myself up to it and freaking out, or I can just take a slug right at the top of the morning. So far it’s been effective.

What if I unlock a whole key to psychology here? What if I begin to take on one unfathomable concept at a time until I have become a guru at life-changing and mind-altering? That’s my claim to fame, folks. And you saw it all start here, on the Jackie Blog.

Now go share my Facebook page and Twitter with all your friends so you can be a cool hipster and say you read me when I was fat and unmotivated.♣